This is Calvato’s forbidden kingdom

He doesn't just take photographs, he fucks with light, with shadows, with his lens. An artist and his own forbidden kingdom. Calvato is not just a photographer. He is a creator and accomplice every time a body is stretched, dirtied, tied up, surrendered. His studio is the forbidden kingdom, a dark basement of desire and fantasies. The gazes of his models are not empty, they are subjugated to his passions, his fetishes... They pose naked, shamelessly, in latex, fishnets, with half-open mouths, full of innuendo. His lesbian images have something ritualistic about them. His hand may be holding a camera, but his lens drips with lust, like a cock drips when it is released and finishes. The German doesn't just press the camera button. His finger rubs slowly over the shutter, as if pressing the clitoris. Calvato is a fetishist to the core. He kneels reverently before the female body. At the same time, he tortures and worships it. There is no tenderness in his work, only pain and submission.

Fetishistic images are the forbidden kingdom.

Each of his photographs is an image of a sexual ritual. With torture benches, bodies tied with ropes, breasts smeared with mouths dripping with fluids and lust. Everything exudes his dark eroticism. His metal lens is his cruel tool. It approaches the female body, sticking to breasts, pussies, flesh that hurts. He immortalizes his models with the cruelest and rawest eroticism he can imagine. In his images, women are not objects. They are mistresses and slaves, goddesses and whores. Their bodies speak poetically of the pleasure they derive from pain, the enjoyment they experience every time they submit. Calvato is not for everyone. He is for those who are deeply connected to the world of fetishes. For those who, through his images, live out their forbidden fantasies. Those who are ecstatic about the forbidden kingdom.